Waking Life

Waking life drawn from the new dawn.

With each yawn the whole world spawns,

Sketching new creation from morning elation,

Breathing yesterday's memories into today's choices

I choose to be still amongst the voices.

Plotting paths across forgotten maps,

The brain lapses, as the heart runs laps,

Circling linguistic traps in trip wire,

I admire,

My desire to transcend desire,

Something so paradoxical,

To the paradise I find,

Tropical, Its toxic that,

Our philosophy is so topical,

A dream cream rubbed on rug burns,

Warping sharp edges into smooth turns,

Releasing ashes stored in

Egyptian urns,

The soul turns,

The Pharaoh awakens, earth shaking,

A maker in the making,

Vibration quaking through the throat,

Instantaneous, something like Quaker oats,

The fifth chakra rockin the crisp opera,

Momentary bliss found,

In a frigid sauna.